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Authors: Ana W. Fawkes
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and he actually lifted her, positioning Jessica right on top of him.
Her hands gripped the back of the leather couch as she let out a whimper.
“I’m going to taste your pain,”
Slader said. “And then show you everything you’ll ever need.”
His hands touched the bottom of
Jessica’s shirt and he slowly placed his hands to her bare skin.
Jessica shivered and moaned.
She
weeps, silently, her eyes hazed but still perfect. Her hands are small but
purposeful. They touch. They mold. They change everything. They’ve changed me.
They’ll change the world. Sometimes she weeps out loud; she doesn’t know I
know. I can hear her tiny voice echoing. I love her for it. I want to touch
her. I want to tell her she’s okay. But I can’t lie... are we okay?
.11.
The feelings rushing through Alex
Slader were intense. The whiskey raging through his veins and into his soul only
helped to fuel memories. The whiskey didn’t mask anything. It just made life
that much better right then.
Jessica’s body was against his. He
was thick and hard and he knew Jessica could feel it. His hands touched her
bare skin, at her stomach. His left hand slid up and his fingers sought comfort
against Jessica’s ribs. His thumb moved up and down her ribs, tickling Jessica.
He enjoyed watching her squirm, fighting the urge to laugh from being tickled
yet embracing the urge to be sexually satisfied.
Hearing Jessica’s quick story of
death and pain made the connection stronger. The moment he saw Jessica was the
moment everything began to make sense. The past two shows were beautiful shows.
Slader felt alive on stage. The band played better. The crowd responded louder.
Everything felt okay.
Slader’s right hand turned and
flicked at the button on Jessica’s pants. The button opened and Slader had the
access he wanted. To feel her delicious wetness and smell her desire. His
fingers gently moved into Jessica’s panties. She jumped a little and with his
left hand still at her ribs, Slader kept Jessica in place. There was no way she
was moving.
No
way.
Slader wouldn’t allow it. And if
Jessica dared, right then, he’d have to handcuff her again. He couldn’t lose
her. It was bad enough he tempted himself, Jessica, and fate by letting her out
of the handcuffs already. Not to mention sending her out of the room. But that
was much needed... because when Jessica had left the room, Alex Slader wept. He
wasn’t afraid of his feelings but he cared more about his power and command. To
show himself partially broken would be showing a weakness that nobody knew
about.
The weakness of his heart.
Of how fast he could fall and never
return.
His fingertips touched smooth skin.
His fingers tingled with anticipation and at the first touch of the moist cure
of Jessica’s body, Slader thrust up. His cock ached for Jessica to look at him,
touch him, suck him. To have Jessica on him, with him inside her.
With just his middle finger, he
slid along Jessica’s wet folds, opening them. Her labia felt so tender, so wet.
It made Slader’s mouth water. He envisioned suckling on Jessica, tasting her.
Soon, yes. He would.
His finger moved all the way along
Jessica’s body, to the end of her sex and beyond. He dared to touch her
elsewhere because he could and Jessica wouldn’t deny him. Her other hole, much
tighter, puckered against his wet touch, and Slader moaned. He wanted Jessica
in every way possible. He wanted to touch her, love her, and fuck her everywhere.
His finger came back to Jessica’s pussy, now stopping at her hole. He circled
the warm rim of her sex and then penetrated her. With one finger, one time,
just to feel her warm insides. To feel her throb against his finger.
“Jessica,” Slader whispered.
“You’re so fucking tight... when was the last time?”
Jessica shook her head. The look on
her face was intense. She looked ready to come again. Already.
Slader pushed his finger up into
her harder, deeper.
Jessica cried
Her hands gripped the back of the leather couch as she let out a whimper.
“I’m going to taste your pain,”
Slader said. “And then show you everything you’ll ever need.”
His hands touched the bottom of
Jessica’s shirt and he slowly placed his hands to her bare skin.
Jessica shivered and moaned.
She
weeps, silently, her eyes hazed but still perfect. Her hands are small but
purposeful. They touch. They mold. They change everything. They’ve changed me.
They’ll change the world. Sometimes she weeps out loud; she doesn’t know I
know. I can hear her tiny voice echoing. I love her for it. I want to touch
her. I want to tell her she’s okay. But I can’t lie... are we okay?
.11.
The feelings rushing through Alex
Slader were intense. The whiskey raging through his veins and into his soul only
helped to fuel memories. The whiskey didn’t mask anything. It just made life
that much better right then.
Jessica’s body was against his. He
was thick and hard and he knew Jessica could feel it. His hands touched her
bare skin, at her stomach. His left hand slid up and his fingers sought comfort
against Jessica’s ribs. His thumb moved up and down her ribs, tickling Jessica.
He enjoyed watching her squirm, fighting the urge to laugh from being tickled
yet embracing the urge to be sexually satisfied.
Hearing Jessica’s quick story of
death and pain made the connection stronger. The moment he saw Jessica was the
moment everything began to make sense. The past two shows were beautiful shows.
Slader felt alive on stage. The band played better. The crowd responded louder.
Everything felt okay.
Slader’s right hand turned and
flicked at the button on Jessica’s pants. The button opened and Slader had the
access he wanted. To feel her delicious wetness and smell her desire. His
fingers gently moved into Jessica’s panties. She jumped a little and with his
left hand still at her ribs, Slader kept Jessica in place. There was no way she
was moving.
No
way.
Slader wouldn’t allow it. And if
Jessica dared, right then, he’d have to handcuff her again. He couldn’t lose
her. It was bad enough he tempted himself, Jessica, and fate by letting her out
of the handcuffs already. Not to mention sending her out of the room. But that
was much needed... because when Jessica had left the room, Alex Slader wept. He
wasn’t afraid of his feelings but he cared more about his power and command. To
show himself partially broken would be showing a weakness that nobody knew
about.
The weakness of his heart.
Of how fast he could fall and never
return.
His fingertips touched smooth skin.
His fingers tingled with anticipation and at the first touch of the moist cure
of Jessica’s body, Slader thrust up. His cock ached for Jessica to look at him,
touch him, suck him. To have Jessica on him, with him inside her.
With just his middle finger, he
slid along Jessica’s wet folds, opening them. Her labia felt so tender, so wet.
It made Slader’s mouth water. He envisioned suckling on Jessica, tasting her.
Soon, yes. He would.
His finger moved all the way along
Jessica’s body, to the end of her sex and beyond. He dared to touch her
elsewhere because he could and Jessica wouldn’t deny him. Her other hole, much
tighter, puckered against his wet touch, and Slader moaned. He wanted Jessica
in every way possible. He wanted to touch her, love her, and fuck her everywhere.
His finger came back to Jessica’s pussy, now stopping at her hole. He circled
the warm rim of her sex and then penetrated her. With one finger, one time,
just to feel her warm insides. To feel her throb against his finger.
“Jessica,” Slader whispered.
“You’re so fucking tight... when was the last time?”
Jessica shook her head. The look on
her face was intense. She looked ready to come again. Already.
Slader pushed his finger up into
her harder, deeper.
Jessica cried
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